Captivating moon
Glimmers with ancient secrets
Please never tell mine
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Written for Moonwashed Musings.
“Sometimes the reward for going that extra mile is sore feet.” ~ author unknown
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I awoke from a sound sleep, and before I could switch on the light a strange vapor clouded my senses. It was cool to the touch and smelled like eucalyptus. An angel began to form in the mist, glowing brightly and wearing a robe of white feathers.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” she said, and I realized how precarious my situation was.
“But… but I still haven’t lived all my days,” I protested weakly. “There are things I need to do. Besides, I thought you were a myth.”
“You should have written that book when you were off work instead of playing video games,” she admonished. “And why haven’t you proposed to Laura?”
“I meant to, but I couldn’t afford a nice ring. She knows I love her. I think. And gaming helped my, uh, creative process.” I winced at the fragility of my denial.
“Psssh,” the angel said, clearly unimpressed.
“Give me another chance,” I begged. “I swear I will do…” But my words stuck in my throat, which was dry as sandpaper, and the angel vanished.
“Good morning, Zack,” a male voice intoned. “I just took your vitals, and your doctor will be making his rounds shortly. I’ll leave a cup of ice chips on your tray. Your phone is here too.”
Wait, what? I struggled to make sense of this. “Where’s the angel?” I rasped.
He laughed as he walked away. “You mean your surgeon? I’ll be sure to tell her you think she’s an angel. Have some ice for your throat.”
Surgeon, right. I remembered I was in the hospital for an appendectomy. The angel had been a mirage. Crazy anesthesia!
I had a sudden urge to call my girlfriend Laura. As I reached for my phone, a white feather floated from the tray table down to the floor.
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Written for Fandango’s Story Starter 58.
Di @ pensitivity101 has taken the reins this week as Melanie is under the weather. Get well soon, M! Thank you Di for stepping up to bring us this week’s Share Your World.
1. When you’re on holiday, do you prefer self catering or a hotel/B&B?
I always would choose a hotel or B&B over any type of “roughing it” situation. (Not that I have the funds for serious travel and do not anticipate doing much.) I never have been camping and never will. That said, I do not love to eat every meal in a restaurant, so a place with kitchen facilities is ideal. I find it more relaxing to have a quiet breakfast alone in my room before getting on with the day’s activities.
2. Do you have a favourite meal you cook for yourself or order when out?
Not really. At home, I mostly nosh rather than preparing an official meal for just one person. Sometimes I get fancy and make an omelette. Generally, I order salads when in a restaurant and my favorite is a steak salad. I’m also partial to Thai noodle dishes.
3. In the current fuel crisis, have you made a conscious effort not to use the car unless absolutely necessary?
I drive to work on weekdays, which is a necessity, though I have a short commute. Otherwise, I have been cutting back a bit, not so much avoiding using the car, but rather trying to combine errands in a more efficient manner. Thing is, I wasn’t driving much to begin with, especially since Covid.
4. If you were to compare yourself to a plant, what would you be?
Idk, a crabapple tree?
5. I am lucky to have a lot of happy memories from my childhood. Please share one from yours.
I loved the time we visited relatives in Ohio and I got to play with a lap full of kittens.
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Two black cats in the dark
Form shadows under the stars,
Sisters in orbit;
They swirl ’round this empty lot,
Golden eyes shooting sparks
On an otherwise quiet eve.
I hardly dare breathe
As they sketch themselves into being—
Coal-cut smudged shapes,
Question-mark tails—
Living art in this lifeless park.
My hands grow damp,
Sprouting butterfly wings.
I whirl them in the night wind;
I have no use for dreams.
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Written for the Sunday Whirl Wordle 564. Words are: damp stars sparks swirl sisters breathe empty sprouting shadows sketch orbit art.
Lightning cracks the sky and icy rain sheets down in a rage. Blossoms shiver and shake. The world has been too long without water and laps it up greedily like a starving beast. Meadows flood as the earth regurgitates its gluttony. Anger sated, the storm retreats to the heavens where it sulks and grumbles. The trees laugh and fling off their droplets, ready to party once again.
The flowers you brought
Wilt with the weight of my tears
A heart cracks open
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Written for Haibun Wednesday.
Chasing you
Over the sands of time
Was always your dream,
Never mine.
Summer’s here
And memories bloom;
I dance alone
Under a jealous moon.
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Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge.
Welcome to my refreshed Monday Peeve! Unburden yourself of an annoyance and you’ll feel better afterward. Or not. Complain in my comments or crab in your own post. Doesn’t have to be on a Monday. You do you.
Where to start? This isn’t a new peeve of mine, though it’s way more annoying online because you have to work to avoid these peeps (and sometimes they’re your friends!). I’m talking about rabid fans of whatever thing (sports team, TV series, musical group, etc.) who truly put the fan in fanatic. You can’t have a normal conversation about their chosen thing because they won’t accept any critique whatsoever. If you say one word that is anything but gushing adoration, they turn the chat into a toxic mess.
Here’s an example from a while back. I love The Sopranos. Made no secret of it, ever. But sometimes I didn’t feel a show or character or storyline was up to par. OMG. How dare I express any kind of negativity toward the beloved?! I remember people “yelling” at me when I said that I didn’t like the Tony’s cousin Tony storyline. In fact, I don’t really like Steve Buscemi as an actor at all. So what? Why are people so damn invested in a thing that they care so passionately about my opinion? Shrug and move the f*ck on.
More recently, there’s Better Call Saul. As I’ve mentioned, I didn’t care for this Breaking Bad spinoff at first. But later I rewatched it since so many were raving about it, and it did improve in S2. In fact, I began to really get into it around S3 and totally loved S4 and S5. All good, right? Nope. I paid for S6, since AMC wouldn’t let Netflix show it in the US, and ugh. So far I am seriously disappointed. After last week’s awful ep, I went onto Twitter to see what peeps were saying. Everyone was gushing praise. Then I saw someone who felt as I did, and they were totally ripped apart by the rabid fandom. I backed away quietly because I certainly don’t need any Twitter drama in my life.
What the hell is wrong with people? And let’s not even get started about the crazed loons who worship Taylor Swift and/or Beyonce. Ugh!
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This is my view on a chill (but hot) Sunday. I’ve already gone grocery shopping and have completed most weekend chores. Last night I finished all available episodes of Manifest and may give Downton Abbey a go soon. Or I could work on some writing…
PS: By the time I was finished with this short post, Mr. Gatsby had departed the castle for realms unknown. (Probably pestering Tiger in her domain.)
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Posted for John’s Cellpic Sunday.
Neither one of my granddogs is named Boo, but I like to give them a bit of blogtime once in a while. Aren’t they adorable? Anyway, for Jim Adams’ Song Lyric Sunday this week I chose Lobo’s oldie “Me and You and a Dog Named Boo,” which was their 1971 debut single. Kent LaVoie aka Lobo wrote the song for his album Introducing Lobo.
I remember to this day
The bright red Georgia clay
And how it stuck to the tires after the summer rain
Willpower made that old car go
A woman’s mind told me that so
Oh, how I wish we were back on the road again
Me and you and a dog named Boo
Travellin’ and livin’ off the land
Me and you and a dog named Boo
How I love being a free man
Boo peaked at No. 5 on the Hot 100 here in the US, and it also hit No. 4 on the UK Singles Chart. In NZ though, Boo spent 4 weeks at No. 1, woof woof! In 1972, Lobo had another smash with “I’d Love You to Want Me.” That song is from Lobo’s album Of a Simple Man, which also contains my favorite from him: “Don’t Expect Me to Be Your Friend.” Here’s Boo…
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